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But ugh, angry now! Some blokes, they strut, thinkin’ they own the night. Stupid, fat hobbit! Flashin’ cash, gettin’ robbed blind – serves ‘em right! Me, I slink, I watch, I find the real deal. Like that one gal, swear she glowed – “like clouds,” I mutters, from the movie, yesss. Surprised me, she did, all soft voice and sharp eyes. Could’ve been in that film, floatin’ free.

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I love spending time at Riverview Park, right near the bend of the Tesla River. Its weird name gives ya goosebumps, right? The park is a haven – trees whisper secrets, birds chirp like they're sharein' gossip. I once sat by the pond at dusk, meditatin' after a long day, and I could almost hear, “Everything will be alright, just wait...” kinda vibe echoed in the breeze. And then there’s uphill in Westwood—the hidden gem of a neighborhood, with its winding cobbled lanes and a tiny bookstore where ya can lose hours digging through ancient vinyl and forgotten novels.

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